The Newest Slave

Chapter 2

Angela was seated at a table with four others as she waited for the auction to begin. Two were a husband and wife from Canada. One was a British mistress. The fourth was a Cuchillan master. She was the only American. There were about fifty buyers in the room ready to purchase the thirty pieces of merchandise that were about to be offered.

"Actually, this will be our second girl," explained Angela in response to a question from the Cuchillan. "We bought our first girl about a year ago."

"How nice," smiled the master. "Do you plan to keep both of them?"

"Oh yes," Angela answered quickly. "We had originally planned on selling Kim once the children went away to school but now I don't think that we could ever part with her. Kim is like part of the family now."

"Was she previously owned also?" asked the Canadian wife.

"No, she was a fresh catch. They had only kidnapped her the day before we bought her."

"Wasn't that difficult?" the wife asked. "We have often talked about buying one of the new girls but we were afraid it would be too much work."

"It was some work at first," agreed Angela. "It was hard for her to adjust but I supposed that's to be expected when you are free one day and then owned the next. But she did adjust and we just adore her."

"Maybe we should try a fresh one, Bob," the wife said, turning to her husband. "I heard that they are collecting some tonight and will be selling them tomorrow."

"Let's see if we get the one we selected from this group," replied Bob. "If not, we can stay over and get one from tomorrow's sale."

"Which one did you select?" asked the British mistress.

The wife laughed. "Bob likes them young. He wants the blonde teenager."

Bob nodded. "She has a ripe young body that should be lots of fun to play with."

Each of them shared their first choices. The master also had his eyes on the young blonde. The mistress wanted one of the tall, busty blondes that Angela thought looked like a cow. Angela shared that she was hoping to buy the petite redhead.

The auction began and was conducted much the same way that the auction Angela had attended a year earlier was. One at a time, the naked girls were brought onto the stage. The auctioneer would describe the object that was to be sold and would illustrate his points by lifting breasts or twisting nipples or probing a girl's sex or bottom. All of this was shown on the gigantic television monitors that were on the walls. A cane was used on each of the girls to show how well they marked. And then the bidding began.

The most valuable property turned out to be the young blonde. Nearly a dozen people started off bidding for her but the field narrowed quickly. In the end, she was sold for 600,000 British pounds. Neither the Cuchillan nor the Canadians won the bidding.

Most of the girls sold between 200,000 and 300,000 pounds. The Cuchillan won his second choice, a dark-skinned girl with large breasts and an ass that Angela found to be unattractively large. The British mistress won her buxom Amazon and was delighted.

Angela won the bidding for the redhead at the surprisingly low price of 150,000 pounds. It was surprising because she remembered that none of the six girls who had been sold a year earlier went for less than 300,000 pounds. That meant that this girl had lost half her value in a year. Angela had no idea that slaves depreciated in value so drastically.

She reasoned that the price was so low because this crowd of buyers seemed to place a high value on large breasts. Angela thought her new girl's breasts were perfect on her small frame but they clearly weren't udders like some of the other girls had. Angela was quite pleased with her purchase.

She sat with the other four buyers at her table until the auction ended, although she was dying to go claim her girl. Once the final bid was accepted on the final girl, she arose with the others and moved to the settlement room.

Three settlement tables were set up today. There had only been one a year earlier when she had been here last. But the numbers of bodies being sold into slavery this day was five times as high. Angela chatted with her Cuchillan and British tablemates as they waited in line.

"What do you have planned for your new girls?" Angela asked them.

"I have stables in England," replied the mistress. "Mine will be trained as a ponygirl."

"Oh, the one I bought today used to be a ponygirl. You didn't want her?"

"No," said the mistress. "I prefer to train them myself. Plus, my clients value large breasts. Your new girl is a little too sleek for their tastes, although I find her quite beautiful myself."

"Yes, I'm very pleased. But what do you mean about clients?"

"I operate a club and the stables are part of the club. Members can stable their own girls there or they can use some of the club's girls. My girl will be trained to be a club girl."

"Oh," said Angela as she nodded. "I would like to visit someday. It sounds fascinating."

"It is," agreed the mistress. "It is quite fascinating and exciting and so erotic. There is nothing more pleasing than to watch the rump of a running girl as she pulls your cart or watching a naked girl prancing through a dressage event. You will have to visit."

"I shall," smiled Angela who then turned toward the Cuchillan master. "And what will your girl be used for?"

"I too operate a club," the master smiled. "It is located on a large ranch and we do many things. One of the favorite activities is the hunts."

Angela gasped. "You hunt girls?"

"With paintballs mostly," he replied. "The hunters get to claim their prey for some period of time after the hunt; usually a week. It is a quite popular sport. In fact, I would very much like to bag you someday, should you decide to visit and participate."

Angela gasped again and blushed. "You want to what? Bag me?"

"Yes," he nodded. "Perhaps I chose the wrong word. My English is not so good. I meant that I would like to shoot you and enslave you; temporarily, of course."

Angela's blush deepened. "That was the correct word. Do you bag many mistresses?"

"Yes, quite a few," he offered. "But only the most beautiful mistresses. And both of you qualify that way. I would love to hunt you and have you as my slave."

"Oh my," muttered Angela. She should be insulted, and at some level she was. But she also felt a little thrill rush through her body at the thought of being hunted and temporarily owned. They had already exchanged phone numbers. She wondered if she would end up calling him to take him up on his offer.

Angela was the first of the three to reach the settlement desk. A frumpy looking secretary sat behind the table, arranging the paperwork from the most recent transaction she had completed. "Lot number?" asked the secretary.

"Seventeen," replied Angela.

"Let me just find her here." She ran her finger down a page and nodded before swiveling in her chair to look into a file cabinet. She extracted a file and swiveled back to face Angela.

"Before we get started," the secretary said, "there are just a few questions. Currently, your girl is in a holding room. Do you want to collect her there or have her delivered to your room for the night or simply shipped to your home?"

"Leave her in the holding room," replied Angela. "I'll collect her there."

"Do you want her gag left in or removed before you get there?"

"Removed."

"Do you require any special preparation before you collect her? Shaving? Piercing? Enemas?"

"No," said Angela. "I think she's perfect just as she is."

The secretary smiled and opened the folder that sat on the table before her. "Oh, you're right," she said as she looked at the picture. "She is perfect. I remember her too. We sold her not long ago."

"Yes," inserted Angela. "About a year ago. She was sold with five of her friends. I bought one of the friends.

"That's so nice of you to reunite her with a friend," the secretary said.

"I bought her because she pleased me and I wanted her. I didn't buy her for a reunion."

"Yes, of course." The chastened secretary looked down at the folder and started writing information into blanks on the forms. The process took about thirty minutes and, as soon as the money had been wired from Angela's account to the slavers', she was led into the holding room to claim her new slave.

Eight naked girls were still tethered to posts when Angela walked into the room. She glanced around and quickly found her newest slave. She walked over to her and stood in front of her, raising her hand and stroking the girl's cheek with her fingertips.

"Hello girl," she said softly. "You belong to me now."

Angela was not sure what to expect. When she said those words to Kim for the first time, Kim had screamed and sworn at her. She guessed that she would receive the same response from this girl, whose name she didn't even know but whose deal of ownership was in her purse. She was surprised by the response she did get, though.

"Yes, Mistress," the girl replied. "Thank you for buying me." The voice was soft and melodic and lyrical. It was not drudging or lifeless or frightened like she might have expected of someone who had been a slave for a year already. She had clearly not been broken. That was a good thing.

"My name is Angela," she said, "although you will call me Mistress. What is your name?"

"I am Alaine, Mistress," she said, almost musically.

Angela leaned forward and kissed Alaine on the lips. "Welcome to the family, Alaine."

Alaine was confused. She had not been treated harshly by her former owner. She was not beaten. She occasionally felt the sting of the whip or a crop but that was only during training or when she was being raced. She had certainly never been whipped for recreational or entertainment purposes. But her former mistress had shown her no tenderness at any point. The only tenderness that she experienced in the past year came from the men and women who she was sometimes loaned to. A few of them were caring when they took her to their beds. Now, her new owner was showing tenderness and welcoming her to the family. She did not know what to think.

"Thank you, Mistress," she replied.

"I can't wait to get you home," Angela went on as she reached up and stroked the outer swells of her new slave's breasts. "My husband saw you last year when you were sold and he wanted you then. He'll be delighted that we own you now. And the kids will simply adore you."

Alaine's head was spinning at this point. They saw her sold last year? And what was all of that about kids?

"You were here when I was sold last time, Mistress?"

"Yes, pet," said Angela. She had splayed her fingers and was lifting the girl's breasts, enjoying the texture and the weight. This girl was divine. And she showed no signs of skittishness or discomfort at being fondled so intimately. "We bought one of your friends then. We bought Kim."

Alaine's eyes brightened at the news. "Is she still with you?"

Angela gave the firm, warm breasts a squeeze and leaned forward, kissing Alaine again. "Yes, little one. We still own Kim."

"That's wonderful, Mistress. I have missed her."

"I'm sure she has missed you too. Now, let's get you released from this post and go arrange transportation. Then we can go back to my room and talk more."

Angela unlocked the cuffs from the post. "Would you be more comfortable if I leashed you? Or do you want to just walk with me?"

This was unbelievable to Alaine. She was being given a choice. And she would be allowed to walk untethered. In all of the past year, she had never been asked for her opinion. She never had the opportunity to make a decision. There were never any choices. And she was always led by a leash or reins wherever she went.

"I would enjoy walking with you, Mistress," she responded.

Angela smiled. "Then let's go." She walked to the door and Alaine followed dutifully. They went through the door and were met by a large black man.

"One of the birds has returned," the man said. "The beautiful redbird."

Then he turned to Angela. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Cedric. I run the operation here in the Caribbean." He had an island accent; perhaps Jamaican?

"Pleased to meet you, Cedric," replied Angela. "I am Angela Dawson. And this is my new girl, Alaine."

"Ah yes," Cedric smiled. "Beautiful Alaine. When she was first sold, we had the finest collection imaginable that day. We have never had a set of merchandise of that quality before and we probably won't again."

"Yes, I remember," nodded Angela. "They were all so beautiful. We had a difficult time choosing."

"Oh, I had forgotten," said Cedric. "I knew that you were a repeat customer but I did not remember that you had bought one of the beautiful birds. May I touch your girl?"

"Please feel free."

The large black hands reached out and glided smoothly down Alaine's arms. He crouched down and repeated the motion on her legs, squeezing the flesh occasionally. This man clearly had worked with slaves before and knew how to inspect them.

"I occasionally see two of the other birds," he said as he remained crouched. His fingers were at Alaine's sex and he was slowly rubbing her labia which were opened and wet. "Tempest's mistress loans her to me from time to time. She's delightful. And Elke sometimes visits with Tempest and their mistress."

Alain gasped as she heard the names of her friends. "May I speak, Mistress?"

"Of course, pet."

This surprised her also. She was rarely allowed to speak when she was kept as a ponygirl. The only time she was granted permission was in the bedroom with some of the masters and mistresses who borrowed her for a night.

"How are Elke and Tempest, Master?"

"They are very well," Cedric replied as he slowly pushed one of his large fingers into Alaine's sex, causing her to suck in her breath. "They are both lovely girls and seem to adore their mistress and each other. They are very happy slavegirls."

Alaine smiled, "I'm happy to hear that, Master." Cedric arose again and then lifted Alaine's breasts in his beefy hands. He palpated the flesh and brushed his thumbs over the nipples, seeing them stiffen before releasing them.

"You have made an excellent purchase, Mrs. Dawson," he said. "Your new girl remains one of the prime properties that we have ever offered."

"Thank you," replied Angela. "I know we will cherish her. But why was she so inexpensive?"

Cedric shrugged his shoulders. "That has me baffled too. All of today's auction was a surprise to me and the prices were much lower than we expected. We have a staff meeting later tonight to try to figure out why."

"I'm not complaining, mind you," said Angela. "I ended up benefiting. I got a gorgeous new girl at a bargain price. But I should go arrange transportation. I'm hoping to take Alaine home tomorrow."

Cedric sighed. "I'm afraid you might be delayed. One of our planes is experiencing mechanical difficulties and we now have a backlog of deliveries. If you want, you can fly home tomorrow and we will ship your girl later. Or you can stay here and wait if you want your girl to travel with you."

"I'll wait," said Angela. "I really want her with me. She's too precious."